Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.